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| I consume beauty. I dive into it and drown. I breathe in beauty. All kinds. I feast on beauty's tiny nuance. It's rhythm, texture, and memory. A gesture. A look. The angle of a hand, poised without intent, but flush with subtext. Taste. Sound. Both my job and my joy is to seek out the muse. In people. In things. In time. In place. In memory.
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